Abject ignorance – an illness afflicting the masses –
sets in as innocence sleeps, with blinkers on eyes,
instills a taste for old swill in modern-day glasses,
praises a feast at the altar of fear, hatred, and lies.
Buzz-words belie the blood dripping from hands;
smooth out cracks in the logic to polish the floors,
venerate execrable deeds, which garnish the walls,
extol crooked frames, lining windows and doors.
Charlatan name-drops Jesus, suspends disbelief;
conjuring craven ambition, the spell of our times,
he raises a cup, “Nostalgia and bromides for God!”
A fraudulent toast, to cruel spirits defiling a mind.